Back in Amsterdam
I am back. On trains all day from Arles. Arles that charmed me in some ways, and in other ways…
I stood where the Yellow House used to be. It got bombed during WWII. But it was almost better because I could occupy the same space as you…
All the trains I took today seated me facing backward. Made me literally feel I was going back, backwards, in space, in time… I leave here Sunday morning. I get to see your museum one more time, Vincent!
The train passed through an incredible storm on the way here. I secretly asked you to make it rain in Amsterdam tonight, force me to walk through the pouring rain again. It happened.
I smiled, and got wet.
Perfect. Glad to hear the magic is still present.